Daily Devotional – 4/14/20 “My Passover”

We’re in the Passover season. It officially started April 8th and will end on April 16th. It’s a celebration of God’s people being freed from bondage in Egypt, the time when the Lord passed over the houses of the first born. Bible shares in Numbers nine and two, the Lord spoke to Moses saying, “Let the children of Israel keep the Passover at its appointed time.” As I’ve done before, when writing on the Passover, I will not tell you whether you should or shouldn’t observe it. However, what about celebrating what God has freed you from? Yes, at this very moment we’re dealing with the coronavirus and you might be saying, what’s there to celebrate? But baby, if God has freed you from anything, that’s worthy of a praise.

The cancer gene that kept attacking your family, but it passed you over. The diabetes, heart disease, arthritis that has crippled others, but it passed you over. The addiction that threatened your freedom to live but you’re sober and clean now; celebrate it. The whoremonger spirit that’s cleansed from your life, celebrate it. That abusive relationship you thought would kill you, but you made it out, celebrate it. That divorce you didn’t think you’d recover from, but you did, celebrate it.

When a person dies, don’t we have a home going celebration to celebrate the fact that they’ve been freed to an eternal glory? Then why don’t you celebrate whatever situation you’ve been freed from? Because baby, I don’t know about you but there’s some stuff God freed me from that had He not, I’d probably be out of my mind by now. If I just take a moment and think back on some of the stupid decisions, I made that almost kept me from seeing today, my soul rejoices. When I replay some of the stuff I got myself into, tears fall because I know I should’ve be dead. Yet, I’m alive.

Those things I done, the mistakes I made, the pits I visited, the headstone that almost had my name on it, the straight jacket I should have been in, the bridge I could be sleeping under, the debt I could be in, the jail cell that could have been my house, the disease that could be my story … BUT IT PASSED OVER. Those things passed over and because they did, I’m celebrating and calling it MY PASSOVER. What about you? What will you celebrate today instead of crying over?